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Inside your body you try to rise. Your heart is floating up as you are falling down. The air you breathe is hot & thick with dust. You feel it in your throat; it can't be swallowed. Your lungs are like balloons thirsting for helium so they too may float beside your heart. Your stomach starves and yet nothing can fill it. It too, yearns to float. Yet your body can't seem to let go. |
Yikes! This sounds like falling into hell! It is drammatic and emotionally charged, and emotions are what poetry is all about! Nice work. | Posted on 2010-08-29 00:00:00 | by Ron Cole | [ Reply to This ] | |